Why must art be static? You look at an abstraction, sculptured or painted, an entirely exciting arrangement of planes, spheres, nuclei, entirely without meaning. It would be perfect, but it is always still. The next step in sculpture is motion.
In the dining room, next to my collection of colorful papier-mache Mardi Gras float art, hang draperies made of the New Orleans toile fabric that I designed pre-Katrina for Hazelnut.
There are so many people who want to be the next person on 'Home and Away,' or they just want to be on the cover of a magazine, and they don't really understand the craft. They're not interested in theatre, they're not interested in the art.
DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME, JEZEBEL! DON'T YOU DARE! Or I'll follow you to the next world and KILL you.
It was not the brutality of what occurred next that changed my mind and brought home to me the full meaning of fear. It was the brilliance of it.
Always just a brainstorm away from our next disaster...
There is always something better to do with your time and business. Always look for the next step for growth in your career.
Walking next to Talent, she felt the singular, cozy comfort that steals upon one who is with a good friend.
How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.
Solidarity was admirable; loyalty was the person standing next to you when the devil came to call.
When you are without friends, the next best thing is an enemy who knows you well.
The werewolf pointed at a bench next to the door into the Kirkwoods’ tomb. “Sit. Wait.” Did I mention werewolves were chatty?
1a) Never throw shit at an armed man. 1b) Never stand next to someone who is throwing shit at an armed man.
And now, finished with that puzzling mixture of insane intimacy and isolation which is notoriety, Velvet was able to get on quietly to her next adventures.
You are a fool to speak of last great battles, Sam, for the last great battle is always the next one.
Here it was, the first of many lies he’d have to come up with. “Bella threw a knife at my head.” He’d do better with the next lie.
There is always the threat of tomorrow's treachery, or next year's treachery, or the treachery implicit in all the tomorrows beyond that.
So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.
When you're feeding the second coachload of tourists that day you aren't thinking about the birthday party for fifty next week.
He exuded wisdom-even the wisest...were pale, flickering candles next to the nourishing solar illumination of [his] insights.
How many 17s can you fit in your anus? Next time, try 18. Then try running for political office.
